The night in the capital city of Velmoria was as quiet as ever.
A full moon hung lazily in the sky, its silver light spilling into the room through a half-opened window.
Inside the spacious lounge of the elite students of the Vaise family, six figures lounged in various positions, each with their own brand of exhaustion—or boredom.
Raven lay sprawled on a plush couch like he owned the place, one arm behind his head, the other flipping a mana conduction coin, used to help one learn how to control mana better, lazily.
"Man... I'm bored," he began, his tone flat. "Why the hell are we even enrolled in classes when we can just pass the damn tests?"
He had read about it in the plot. The Vaise didn't have to attend the class, as they had learned most of what they could in the Cradle.
More importantly, only a few teachers could teach them, as they were magic swordsmen.
